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"The End" by William Samuelson

A worn soul he ended with,

as the things he’d seen and heard;

had both burdened and absolved it.

Every joy and every pain,

every love and every heartbreak,

every friend and every rival,

every victory and every defeat,

every alm and every sin,

all of it rested with him.

For to have a soul

is not to always float on air.

No, to have a soul

is to experience all of life

and all of death.

One day he sat down,

when he lacked the strength to go on,

and before him stretched an empty street

devoid of life though not of trash,

a road which he had driven,

meant now for a new driver,

and he yearned for a soft mattress

upon which to fall asleep.

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